- Messages
- 830
- OOC First Name
- Mintzy
- Wand
- Black Walnut/ Maple Wand 12 3/4 Essence of Silver Thistle
- Age
- 1/2017
Why was back to school always such a hectic time. You'd think it'd be calm, with a gentle ease back into school life, but that didn't seem to be the case. Instead it was throwing a child into a pool to teach them to swim, throwing information at the students from day one to stuff their heads full of knowledge. There was no rest for Yerik as he dove headfirst into his school work and his extra-curricular life. The edge of the forest was within sight; the glowing lining of light and free space seeping in through the trees as the badger made his way closer. Make it to the lawns and just past the first stretch of empty land that bordered the forest, and the Ravenclaw would be free. The Bowtruckles, for one reason or another, never went past that point. Perhaps they were overwhelmed with the scents of wizards and witches everywhere? So much so that they felt threatened in going too far past the forest? It was a possibility. Honestly, Yerik would have loved to wait around and observe, perhaps even come up with some way to test his hypothesis in a more direct way, but for as curious as he was, he wasn't mad. Wait around to see why the Bowtruckles didn't cross some invisible border? He'd have to be entirely insane to take a risk like that especially when he knew that the creatures didn't shriek and wail at him out of affection. No, they despised him. Perhaps even wanted his head. Or, well, perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, but still. There was no possible way of mistaking such behavior as anything else but hatred.
Thus far, Yerik had stumbled across no one, and that was likely for the best. Yerik Rhys closed his eyes as he stood out on the lawns. Hoping to have a piece of solitude. With the different things entering his mind ; school, quidditch, Hogwarts Monthly and social life, he couldn't help but wrinkle his forehead. Trying to focus on something, anything that can distract him for the meantime. He needed it, after his prefect duties every night, which was exhausting to be honest. He didn't have a choice, though he was sure, he's enjoying it - every minute of it. The prefect was able to manage everything though, with school and his extra-curricular activities. The only missing thing is a social life that he terribly lacks. Rather than doing nothing Yerik Rhys laid down with his eyes closed just listening. Silence was what everyone else would have been hearing on such a relaxing day. But Yerik Price was not your average person. The whispers of the gentle spring breeze, shiver of the leaves above, vibrations of the dancing blades of luscious green grass beneath him, the flap of a birds fluttering wings ad it flew, every single detail Yerik was playing attention too. The steps that he heard people take, the ripples in the near by lake, the claps of the young first years's hands as they played hand games. Everything was a detail, even the working motors of the old clock tower in the courtyard. Until he heard a few footsteps approaching and so it'll began.
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Thus far, Yerik had stumbled across no one, and that was likely for the best. Yerik Rhys closed his eyes as he stood out on the lawns. Hoping to have a piece of solitude. With the different things entering his mind ; school, quidditch, Hogwarts Monthly and social life, he couldn't help but wrinkle his forehead. Trying to focus on something, anything that can distract him for the meantime. He needed it, after his prefect duties every night, which was exhausting to be honest. He didn't have a choice, though he was sure, he's enjoying it - every minute of it. The prefect was able to manage everything though, with school and his extra-curricular activities. The only missing thing is a social life that he terribly lacks. Rather than doing nothing Yerik Rhys laid down with his eyes closed just listening. Silence was what everyone else would have been hearing on such a relaxing day. But Yerik Price was not your average person. The whispers of the gentle spring breeze, shiver of the leaves above, vibrations of the dancing blades of luscious green grass beneath him, the flap of a birds fluttering wings ad it flew, every single detail Yerik was playing attention too. The steps that he heard people take, the ripples in the near by lake, the claps of the young first years's hands as they played hand games. Everything was a detail, even the working motors of the old clock tower in the courtyard. Until he heard a few footsteps approaching and so it'll began.
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